I can feel myself sinking into it and don't know how to stop it deepening. This might sound silly, but since I heard about Terry Hall's death on Monday night, I've been really tearful. I was a teenager in Coventry during that era and The Specials were a big part of my life then and gave me pride in my city during a very difficult time with mass unemployment and race riots. I used to get bullied at school and nearly got beaten up for being a " n*** lover" for having black boyfriends. I've been listening to some of their songs on Youtube and it takes me right back to that time, like it was yesterday.
But, that's just the catalyst really. I lived in London for over 20 years, I had a good job, friends and did lots of interesting things there. I moved back to Coventry due to being made redundant and my dad needing care as he had dementia and was going blind. At the same time, my mum had had a severe stroke and was left paralysed, unable to talk or swallow food and was lying incapacitated in bed in a care home for over 4 years. It was a v lonely, stressful time for me and I lost a lot of London friends, as My life was so constricted and so alien to the lifestyle I used to have and I felt like I'd been forgotten or that pp just couldn't relate to me anymore.
My dad passed away before Covid, but I've just not been able to restart my life since then. I don't know many pp here and pp have their own established lives and families. I've tried getting involved with things here, but really I just feel so lonely and that I'm just On my own. It's so different to London and the things I enjoyed doing there just don't exist here. I'm 57 and I'm so so tired, I have no purpose anymore and wish I could just go to sleep and not wake up. Christmas just brings it home to me that I'm on my own. Sorry for the long, self pitying thread, I know lots of pp have it much worse, just feel v despondent tonight.